One night I was brushing my teeth before bed. Anthony came in the house with some company. It was an older man with a shabby look and a strong tobacco smell. He needed a shave. And apparently a place to sleep.
I asked Anthony how long he was staying. "I don't know. He's from the program." (AA)
Turns out his name is Steven. He had a job in China town but that dried up. He asked what I do and I told him I'm a writer. He said he is too. Mostly on napkins and in journals, you know, but he lost all his writing when his car was impounded.
He stayed one night and now he sleeps by the river every night. He stores his belongings in our shed. Wow.
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